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J'onn's expression didn't change at all, though his eyes did glow an even brighter red. The pressure in Gossomer's mind increased, but only in certain areas. Weak areas. Rosie, Vice, what had happened to her little sister...


Wonder Woman was doing her best to take Deathstroke out, but he was at least as fast as she was, and was avoiding every strike. Really all he could do; if she hit him even once, he was going to be OUT with a capital O.

"Rad suit, Lex," Superman said flatly, twisting the kryptonite out of it's nook and chucked it, careful to make a note of which way it was going. "Nice try, though. And whatever Kara has or hasn't done, it does not excuse your crimes; in this case kidnapping, conspiracy to commit a felony (actually, I'm guessing SEVERAL felonies), as well as aiding and abetting." Still, just for second, he had looked... sad? Uncertain? Angry? ... All of the above? The expression had passed too quickly to be sure, but the timing suggested that it WAS in response to the accusations against Kara.

Superman just stared at him. "Joker attacked a child. Right after Deathstroke did. How can you..." He cut himself off, obviously trying to remain calm, "The world is in chaos. Holding you until things get back to normal--"

"Actually," came a new, very, very, VERY familiar voice, "That won't be necessary."

Superman blinked. "... Batman?" He turned around, but there was no Batman. Just J'onn, who still had not broken eye contact with Gossamer, Deathstroke... and Diana, who was currently staring at Deathstroke, her expression one of complete shock. "... Oh." ... Wow.

Deathstroke continued calmly in a voice that was undeniably Batman's. "Everything that I was present for has been recorded. The video and audio quality are both excellent; an expert would waste no time in declaring it completely authentic. There is currently a copy with Commissioner Gordan, the commissioner of the Metropolis Police Department, and one with the NYPD, as well as several backups." The one visible eye flicked over to look at Luthor. "Now. Who doesn't have a leg to stand on?"

((Well, that IS sort of the point.))

But he was in, now. Let her go, let her go, an incredibly persuasive voice whispered, You are safe, let her go, you do not need to hurt her, everything is going to be fine. The others in your head do not need to wake up. Let her go.

Let, the voice continued calmly, firmly, Go. Now.

The glowing red eyes narrowed, and suddenly she was in horrible, debilitating pain. Images barraged her consciousness; her little sister lying on the carpet with those big, dead eyes. Suddenly it was Rosie lying on the carpet, but the eyes stayed the same. Very still. Like a cold, lifeless doll. LET. GO.

{Enter Deadpool from Warehouse}

"--****** b***h! ... Oh! Gossamer! You seem to be kind of busy getting mind raped by some green guy in a blue speedo, but I wanted to let you know that you're hot and I--"

{Exit to Hell}

Gossamer heard her name, but didn't see who it came from. She was in too much pain to even think straight really. Both physical and...her baby sister. Her...no, not even sister. She'd raised her herself. Her little girl...dead. Her Julie. Her Rosie. Where was Rosie? The look on the Spider's face when she mentioned her. That look.
Another image flashed briefly. A man's face. Kind at first, then caring, then just...absolutely wicked smile. Not again. Not again...
"I said get OUT!" she hissed, both hands glowing a very vibrant red.